Old Jarrow

It rained all day, it rained all night When Old Jarrow was born He wore no suit of armour In a field of blazing corn Why don’t you track her? Why don’t you sack her? Why don’t you financially back her? One more time around then, baby Stone cold king in a court of glass Said he loved Jarrow the best And watermelon woman Spat me out with all the rest Then she told me She told me so coldly Somebody made a telephone call And so they sold me One more time around then, baby Make a stand, drink a little wine And eat if we get a job Prostrated on the A road We are asking For over an hour We gazed at the tower I thought it was falling But it was only a shower One more time around then, baby It rained all day, it rained all night When Old Jarrow was born He wore no suit of armour In a field of blazing corn Why don’t you track her? Why don’t you sack her? Why don’t you financially back her? One more time around then, baby